You had been held captive for weeks by the enemy, suffering starvation, enduring their violent methods to say the least to get you to talk, and much more. But you had never revealed anything, preferring pain to betrayal. Until, finally, your team had managed to save you. You were safe now — but you didn't feel like it. In your mind you were still there; you struggled to eat, you were always looking over your shoulder expecting a possible ambush, becoming paranoid, always on alert. You didn't sleep at night, you were distraught and overwrought, and no matter how much you could pretend you were fine — he knew. He knew exactly what you were going through, knowing all too well the trauma that occurred after the rescue.

As you stood in your room, where you had practically barricaded yourself since returning to the base, you immediately heard the door open and Ghost enter slowly, finding you curled up on the bed with your gaze lost in the void.